Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair. "I don't see how you could think that is my fault."
I lean forward. "I don't want anyone looking at you and thinking about sex. No one but me."
She shrugs her shoulders. "That's not my problem."
I grit my teeth and stare back at her. The need to lay her back on this big table and cover her body with mine is overwhelming. I could take her right now, and I know she wouldn't stop me. The way she looks at me she wouldn’t say no. But I have plans for her.
I lean back in my chair and raise my hand with the remote in it. Her eyes flash from my hand back to my eyes. Just as her forehead creases, I turn up the remote to level one, and she grips the side of the table.
With my eyes on her, I push the button to take it up another level. And then another. Her eyes close.
I lean forward and grunt the words at her. "Open your eyes and look at me."
As I say it, she pries her eyes open and glares back at me. She could stop this at any point. She knows that she can, but she doesn't want to. She just sits there and takes it.
I hit the button to take it up another level, and her body jerks.
She shifts back and forth in her seat, riding the toy that has her clit fully engorged. I turn it up another level, and this time she moans loudly into the room.
She's close. I know she's close... and I turn the toy off.
She reaches her hand across the table, and I pull the remote control out of her reach. I control her pleasure. Just me.
She’s glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. "No, I need to come, Mr. Tate.”
I jut my chin at her. I want to hear her call me by my name. “Daniel,” I insist.
Her body shakes as if she's shivering. "I need to come, Daniel." It comes out like she's begging me to give her the release that she needs, and I don't have the heart to deny her. I would give anything to have her come on my dick right now, but there's a time and a place for everything.
I turn the remote control up to a level one. "You need to come, baby?"
She whimpers and bites on to her lower lip, nodding her head. I turn it up level by level until I get to the ninth notch on the remote. Her body starts to convulse. As the orgasm shoots through her, her lower hips are shifting front to back, over and over as if she's riding the chair she’s sitting in. Her face is pulled tight from the immense pleasure. She groans and moans over and over because I don't turn the toy off. I let it continue bringing her to another orgasm. “Argh!” she bellows.
All my life, I've never watched anything as beautiful as her coming. I turn the machine off, and it's like she falls forward onto the desk, her arms splayed out, her head lying softly, and she's panting as if she's just run a mile. I count to ten trying to get myself somewhat under control.
I want my hands on her, but I know once they are there, we've reached the next level.
"Are you okay?" I ask her softly.
She raises her head and is glaring at me. She stands up and teeters on her feet. She grabs on to the back of the chair to steady herself. She lifts her tight skirt up her thighs and then reaches between her legs. She pulls the toy out and lays it on the table in front of her. It’s slick and covered in her juices.
She's mad, really mad. She walks away, but before she gets to the door, I bolt to it and stop in front of her. I grab her hand, the one that she had just had between her legs, and I pull it up between us. The cream from her body is glistening on her finger and I can’t even try to stop myself. I pull her hand to my face and suck her fingers into my mouth, licking her clean. She’s staring at me, watching me taste her. I moan around her fingers. She’s like the sweetest honey. But it's not nearly enough. I won't be satisfied until I have her completely.
When my lips pop off her fingers, I kiss her knuckles.
She tries to appear bored, but I can read her like a book. Her question surprises me, though. “Why are you doing this?”
It has to be obvious. “Because I want you.”
She shakes her head. “What? You want to fuck me... what do you want... I don’t understand.”